Chapter 1
Susan Cortney's pussy was on fire.
She looked at the man again and swallowed hard. His naked body, bronzed from the sun, made a sharp contrast to the lush growth of weeds and bushes. He looked almost god-like, muscular and good-looking. The last rays of the August sunset seemed to make him glow. The thunder shower of a few minutes before had left both him and the leaves glistening. His dark-brown hair was plastered to his head.
"Well?" he asked, giving her a wide grin as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from his brown eyes. "You gonna do it, or not?"
Only then did Susan face the reality of the situation, what had brought them to these bushes while her husband and his wife waited in the car down below.
All four had raced down Tower Mountain when the storm hit, Susan's husband and Bob's wife leading the way. Susan would have easily beat them all, but she had heard a yelp from behind her. Bob had tripped and hit a hollow tree, and unfortunately for him, a nest of yellow jackets had been disturbed. One of them stung him on the ass.
"You hurt?" she had asked, noticing the swarm forming.
"My ass," Bob grunted, slapping at the angry insects.
"Through here," Susan said, grabbing his arm and shoving him toward the bushes.
They had run through the woods, finally outdistancing the yellow jackets, and fallen to the damp, mossy ground, laughing.
"Right on my ass," Bob said, his pride hurt more than anything else. "Little bastard." He moved to one side and winced. "Shit, I think the stinger is still in there."
That's when it had happened. Innocently, at first, but when he pulled his jeans down and rolled over for her to remove the stinger, Susan found her eyes going over the curve of his ass to the area between his legs. Even from the back, she could tell he had a lot to offer a girl from the way his huge nuts pressed against the tight material of his shorts.
She had touched that bulge, and then for absolutely no reason, she had lowered her face and kissed the small of his back. He was warm, salty, alive.
When he turned, after flinching beneath her kiss, he had stared at her for what seemed an eternity. His eyes took in the sensuous beauty of her figure, the loveliness of her oval face. His glance was open, honest.
"You're very beautiful," he had said, reaching out. He ran his fingers through the wet strands of blonde hair, then touched the hollow of her throat. Slowly, he moved his hand to her tits, drawing circles around the taut projections of her nipples. "I'll bet you're beautiful all over," he added, leaning forward, kissing her on the mouth.
While their tongues met and danced like angry snakes, they fumbled with each other's clothes. When they were naked, their embrace was hard, demanding. Bob pulled back and grinned at her.
"This is a hell of a place to have an affair, isn't it?" he laughed. "Halfway down a goddamned mountain in Hot Springs, Arkansas, with your husband and my wife waiting down below."
"We're having an . . . affair?" Susan asked quietly, still wrapped up in the dream-like quality of what had happened.- "I think so," Bob laughed, kissing her on the mouth again. "But it usually takes two," he added. "You gonna do it?"
Susan was silent, feeling her heart thunder in her breast. God, what would Brian say if he came walking through the woods? Or, Bob's wife?
"We're alone," Bob said, reading her thoughts. "Just you and me and some mean-assed yellow jackets."
"Does it still hurt?" Susan asked, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. It still wasn't too late to stop this insanity, to grab her clothes and run.
"It won't, if you kiss it," Bob said, pulling her down. He turned slightly to one side and pressed her face against his hip. "You can kiss me all over, baby," he murmured, reaching for her tits with his other hand.
When Susan felt the hard muscularity of his body, inhaled the heady aroma of his crotch, she didn't care any longer. Her pussy was throbbing like it would fall out!
"I'll kiss you all over," she whispered, brushing her lips over toward his ass. "Every . . . great big . . . inch!"
As she nibbled on the taut flesh of his ass cheeks, she grasped his thick, meaty cock. Slowly, she began jacking the loose foreskin over the enormous ball, feeling his shaft pulsate and swell inside her palm. Her throat ached almost as badly as her cunt.
"Suck me," Bob said, lying back and spreading his legs. "Then I'll do you."
Susan quickly positioned herself between his legs and lowered her face to his crotch. She grasped his cock with both hands and aimed the tip of it toward her open mouth. Even before she tasted it, she knew it would be delicious. It was a big cock, richly veined, slightly curved, darker than the rest of him, a beautiful monster.
She closed her eyes and sucked the end of his cock, the tip of her tongue squeezing the foreskin. When the acrid flavor of dried piss and cum hit the back of her throat, she gave a yelp of hungry pleasure.
"Take it all, cocksucker," Bob said, pressing against the back of her head with both hands. He thrust his hips upward, then bent his knees. He watched his entire cock ease between her lips, felt it throb into hugging warmth. "Oh . . . fuck!" he gasped, rocking back and forth, holding her down harder. "That's so goddamned good! All of it, baby. Suck me ... all the way in!"
When Susan's lips touched the wiry texture of his crotch hair, she felt her insides grow even more buttery. A stinging sensation swept around the entrance of her cunt, causing her to groan with ecstasy. She pulled up toward the end of his prick and lunged back down, digging her chin between his cum-filled balls. Her forehead slapped his stomach noisily.
She held herself there for several seconds, then spit his cock out. When it flopped onto his stomach with a dull thud and rolled slightly to one side, she flicked the tip of her tongue over his furry balls. They were swollen, vibrating with what she knew would be a delicious load of hot jism.
"I love sucking cum," she murmured. "Mmmmmmm, gallons and gallons of it."
"My kind of lady," Bob laughed.
Susan looked through the dark-brown bush of crotch hair at his handsome face and smiled. This is how it used to be, before she'd gotten married. Happy, carefree, fun. Odd, how sex in a marriage could become a duty, an obligation, even with someone as terrific as Brian. She suddenly felt free, alive, almost part of the woods that enfolded them.
"I do just about everything," she grinned, moving her lips back to his cockhead. "I just hope you do, too." Bob was about to reply, but his words became locked in his throat. She gulped down his cock furiously, then pursed her lips. She drew herself back up slowly, working her tongue around his shaft, then back down. He felt the base of his cock throb almost violently, ready to burst with cum.
"God ... let me have yours, too," he grunted, getting to his knees. "If you're gonna lick cock like that, you need some kind of reward."
He crawled over her body, his head toward her feet, and lowered his crotch down on her face. When he felt her mouth gulp around his prick, he bit into the furry patch of blonde hair that haloed her slick, glistening cunt hole.
"Wow!" he gasped. "Hotter than a fucking firecracker!"
He placed his hands on the sides of her mound of pussy and tugged at the loose folds of skin. When her entrance spread wider, giving him a view of the pink, frothy insides, he jabbed his tongue fully inside.
"Mmmmffffff!" Susan grunted, jerking her hips upward. A massive convulsion of raw pleasure pierced her insides, causing her rim of muscle to tighten around Bob's tongue.
"Like it, don't you, baby?" Bob growled, releasing his hands, letting her cunt close in over his nose and chin. "Mmmmmm, so do I. Just love the fuck out of eating hot pussy."
Although Susan couldn't hear his words-they were mere vibrations inside her body-she knew he was just as hungry as she was. She began pumping her ass up and down with furious strokes. At the same time, she gobbled up and down his cock for all she was worth, using every trick she knew.
Seconds later, her climax began to build, causing a tremendous pressure inside her cunt. She began bucking and writhing more passionately, tearing at his bobbing ass with her nails. A tiny drop of searing fluid oozed from his cockhead and etched the back of her throat. Suddenly, she froze, experiencing one of the most delicious sensations she'd ever known. Her orgasm seemed to burn up and down her spine between her cunt and throat, finally exploding inside her brain.
"Fucking . . . Christ!" Bob gasped, feeling her pussy yank on his tongue until he thought it would be pulled out by the roots. "You are one cock-loving bitch, aren't you! Well ... see if you like some hot cum, baby."
He'd barely gotten the words out when he felt his nuts burst, sending a pulsating stream of creamy cum up the center of his prick. Before the juices exploded from his cockhead, he slammed down hard, completely impaling his prick between her tonsils. He yelled loudly into her cunt when the first squirt spewed into, the back of her throat.
"Aaaaghhhh!" Susan gurgled, choking on the enormous amount of jism that shot from his cock. She tried swallowing it, but even in her frenzied hunger, she couldn't take it all. Some of the molten cum blasted upward, behind her nose, then streamed from both nostrils. Other globs sloshed into her cheeks, swept between her teeth. She screamed out another agonized yell of pleasure as the full force of his cum hit her throat.
"Suck it, cunt," Bob groaned into her throbbing pussy. "Eat my cock dry! I want you to chew me down and . . . and . . . suck, cocksucker! Suck!"
Susan relaxed the muscles of her throat and lay back, letting the force of gravity pull the rest of his jism into her stomach. When he finally stopped blowing his load, she exhaled loudly, spitting a glistening stream of cum from the corner of her mouth.
"Ahhhhh, that was . . . fucking nice," Bob whispered, relaxing, crushing down on her face. He lay there for a few moments, then rolled to his side. "Baby, you ought to patent that mouth of yours. Shit, just like a pussy."
Susan wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying. Every ounce of her strength, her full attention was devoted to cleaning up his crotch.
"Mmmmmmm, cum and cock!" she whispered, licking furiously over his prick and balls, collecting the stray wads of jism. "Delicious! Fantastic!"
When he was totally free of the sticky juices, she kissed the side of his leg, then stroked his muscular stomach. She felt so satisfied, so warm and happy. In fact, she almost dozed off but was startled to an upright position when she heard her name called.
"It's Brian," she said quickly, scrambling for her clothes. "God, he sounds like he's right over there!"
They dressed as fast as firemen, then ran through the bushes toward the direction of the voices, giving each other naughty smiles.
"There you are," Brian said. "We got worried. Where were you?"
"Bob got stung by a yellow jacket," Susan offered, trying to sound casual. "And we ... " "We had to stop because it made me a little dizzy," Bob finished. "Susan was a good girl and held my hand."
"Oh, baby, did it hurt you?" Bob's wife asked. "What was it like?"
Bob shot Susan a look that only they could understand.
"Well," he began, "it throbbed for a little while, but the swelling soon went down."
Susan almost choked on her laughter. Then she ran down the path, the other three in close pursuit.
As the warm wind hit her face, she felt as if she could fly. The delicious flavor of jism was still in the back of her throat, her cunt still wet from Bob's kisses. It had been a perfect day.
"Wow, I gotta take you mountain climbing more often," her husband said when they reached the truck. "I've never seen you happier. So . . . well, pretty."
"Mmmmmmm, I feel so good," Susan said, hugging him. She looked over his shoulder at Bob. "Let's do this again real soon, OK?" she asked.
As Brian nodded his head, Bob did the same.